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I’m sure some of the guests near us overhear what we’re planning but I really don’t give a fuck. This is the first day of the rest of our lives and I’m going to cherish every moment. Starting with our woman suffocating my cock the moment we make it back to the hotel.

Luna

Laughterpeelsfrommylips as a cab drops us off in front of the hotel. Rome has me slung over his shoulder, Nova throwing Griffin a wishful glance is having none of it. He downed a lot more champagne than I did, which would explain the numerous love confessions he has spouted in the last thirty minutes. I catch Griffin’s cheeks and drag him close, kissing him awkwardly over Rome’s shoulder. “I love you, sunshine.”

“Mrs. Solace, I’ve loved you for a lifetime.” The other two groan at his sappy confession even as he giggles and kisses me again before stumbling back into Nova’s chest. “Don’t groan. She’s going to be mywife.”

Rome taps my ass as we walk to the elevator and I hang there limply, not able to do anything else. Unfortunately, the man has no self-control, rucking the fabrics up my legs and dragging two fingers along my pussy.

“Rome! There’s cameras!”

Nova snorts and I twist to see that he has Griffin pressed up in the corner, smothering him with kisses. “No cameras, angel. This isn’t one of the fancy hotels.”

Rome continues, going so far as to drag my panties to one side and start running his fingers through my pussy. I grip the waistband of his pants as I try to press my thighs together, his hand keeping me from succeeding. “That—that wasn’t an invitation, Rome!” I hiss.

“Sounded like one.” The elevator dings and to my relief, no one is there waiting to get in. Not soon enough I’m thrown down on the mattress, Rome already crawling on top of me to smother me with kisses. “I fucking love you, Luna.”

“I love you too, Rome. More than anything. You were one of the first people that made me want to stay.” I kiss him back, loving the way his tongue tangles with mine.

“And we have forever to figure out how that looks. Yana is gone, sweetheart.”

“I figured that,” I bite out, dryly. He raises an eyebrow before rucking my dress up over my hips and yanking my panties down my legs. I guess my bratty attitude is only spurring him on, not that I’m complaining. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, my mouth watering at the piercing near the tip. I crawl toward him, my lips parted as my tongue darts out to taste.

Rome grunts and then digs his hand into my hair, yanking my head back. “As much as I’d love your lips on me, sweetheart. I have a better fucking idea.”

“Like what?”

He gives himself a few strokes before grabbing my ankle and pulling me to the edge of the bed. In the next second, my stomach is flat on the mattress, my feet on the ground and my ass in the air. Rome is right there, the tip pressing against my entrance but it’s the sight in front of me that has me really moaning.

Nova is roughly working Griffin open, his hand wrapped around the writer’s face to muffle his grunts. Griffin is trying to hold back his sounds but the moment we lock eyes, the guttural groan that falls from his lips matches the absolute pleasure shooting through me as Rome sinks into my pussy.

“Watch them, sweetheart. Watch how much they love each other, how much they want to show off for you. Let them see you as you fall apart on my cock.” Rome starts a slow pace that has me digging my fingers into the covers with each stroke. I’m not sure if it’s because all four of us are here or that I’ve fallen in love with three men who want a forever or just all of the emotions from tonight crashing in—but the pleasure surging inside is nearly unbearable. I cry out, tears pricking my eyes as Rome holds onto my waist, picking up his pace and the force with which he drives his cock inside of me.

Every nerve is on fire as I stare at Griffin, my first love’s lips parted in ecstasy when Nova slides in. I watch, enraptured by the way his face twists up and Nova’s concentration heightens. Grunts and moans fill the room as I feel my orgasm build and then push me over the edge. I hide my face in the covers, screaming out my orgasm as Rome pounds into me, his own release following soon after. My body shakes as he continues to rock against my ass, only pulling out when I hear ‘switch’.

I look up to see Griffin just as wrecked, my man sagging against the mattress. Rome plops down on the bed and sprawls out beside Griffin before Nova comes to stand behind me. I turn around and sit on the bed, confused about what happens next.

“When they’re ready for that, Luna, I’m sure you’ll be the first to know. For now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I frown. That’s not how the night was supposed to go.

“Oh, I’m still going to peel this dress off you and then fuck you. I’m just going to do it in the shower.” Nova grins as he gathers me up in his arms, kissing me full on the lips. I press my thighs together as Rome’s cum starts to leak out of me, the odd sensation making my cheeks heat again. It isn’t until Nova has me pressed up against the tiled wall of the shower, my legs wrapped around him, and his thick cock sheathed in my pussy that I feel whole again. “I love you, Luna St. Claire. I hate the hand that life dealt you but I’m glad I got to know you through Griffin’s eyes. That I got to meet you. Protect you. Love you.”

“I love you too, Nova Barlowe.” It’s the first time I’ve said his last name, his cock twitching inside of me. This time when he kisses me, I feel like this was the last piece, that this relationship has cemented between the four of us and I’m ecstatic about whatever life throws at us next.

Unless it’s Yana.

Fuck that witch.

Luna

Epilogue – Six Months Later

Maxgrinsatmeas he steps into the small lounge. He looks like a proud father as he reaches out for me and I fall into his arms, ecstatic that in the next few moments, I will be wed to the loves of my life.

These aren’t the same men I met just over six months ago. We’ve grown together through laughter and tears. I watched Griffin and Rome stumble through their first kiss and was present for their first time, on accident. It’s not my fault those two decided to take that last step while they were cuddled up together on the other side of the bed, waking me up when the bed started rocking.

Six months of navigating three men has been difficult—weathering Griffin’s bouts of writer’s block, Rome’s innovative pastry disasters, Rome and Griffin’s new relationship, and Nova searching for another passion—but I love them wholeheartedly, flaws and all.

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